After the madness of Mardi Gras had has wound down we found ourselves exploring a quieter New Orleans one morning while walking through the ‘garden district’ we popped into Three Brothers, a tiny little twenty-four hour dive-bar. Dave, the bar tender who works the two am to ten am shift greeted us and pointed us to the restroom.
On the way out we got into some banter with Dave about rather or not beer was in fact a solid breakfast food. He must have won because in the end we agreed to have a drink with him (on the house). We listed to him tell stories about his version of New Orleans and invite us back to stay at his place for St. Patrick’s Day.
There was something magical about ‘the prettiest yellow dive bar in uptown’, as Dave called it. Patron after Patron came into the bar, hugging Dave and bringing him home cooked food. Turns out Dave has set up a kind of informal pot-luck food exchange program with folks in his neighborhood. He proceeded to brag on his ‘made from scratch lasagna’ and invited us to come and stay in his neighborhood and eat with his people anytime. -Ryan
On the way out we got into some banter with Dave about rather or not beer was in fact a solid breakfast food. He must have won because in the end we agreed to have a drink with him (on the house). We listed to him tell stories about his version of New Orleans and invite us back to stay at his place for St. Patrick’s Day.
There was something magical about ‘the prettiest yellow dive bar in uptown’, as Dave called it. Patron after Patron came into the bar, hugging Dave and bringing him home cooked food. Turns out Dave has set up a kind of informal pot-luck food exchange program with folks in his neighborhood. He proceeded to brag on his ‘made from scratch lasagna’ and invited us to come and stay in his neighborhood and eat with his people anytime. -Ryan
